"Back then, I was young and energetic. The young man's sword roamed the world. When I arrived at Jinguan City, I was attracted by this city that was purely made of swords. Therefore, I stopped in this city for 50 years."
Zhao Huangting's eyes were filled with nostalgia.
He had once been a playboy here. Now that his life was about to end, he stepped into this city again. For some reason, his heart felt calm. After going around in circles, this city still gave him the most peace.
An Le was actually a little surprised. He originally thought that a famous sect like the Sword Pool Palace should be on a dangerous mountain, but he did not expect it to directly fuse with an old city.
Walking on the limestone road that was moistened by the thin rain, An Le walked unhurriedly and felt the vicissitudes and aura of time contained in this ancient city.
Humans had spirits, cities had spirits, and everything in the world had traces and meanings unique to them.
